All throughout middle school and my freshman year, I tried my best to befriend people. I tried to fit in with just about anybody that would accept me. I thought I had friends, until little by little people started acting cruel towards me. They called me names, picked fights with me, and I thought they were joking. I tried laughing it off, until one day one of my so called friends punched me in the face for standing up for myself When he was picking on me. It didn't stop there.. It followed me. It didn't stop until my sophomore year when I'd joined the wrestling team and our school Marine Corps jrotc.. By that time all the weight training and leadership classes molded me into a new person. I stood up to the bullies that year, and they didn't mess with me ever since. But I continued standing up to bullies whenever I'd witnessed it myself in the hallways/ classes. I befriended the "little guys" as much as I could. I didn't realize how much of an impact I'd made until one day before I graduated and joined the military, one of my friends came up to me and told me how much I'd impacted his Life. I didn't know what I was truly capable of until that day.. And ever since, I've strived to make an impact wherever else I could.